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Until(s) Halloween
Well... Life as a loser was just no bed of roses... Not even on Halloween.
...And Tinder dates weren't what they used to be either.
Painfully, he had to learn that Influencer was not a flu-like illness, but actually a profession.
...And of all evils, led to intellectual suicide on each of his dates.
Where was this going to lead...
Somehow he longed for an intellectual exchange once in a while, too. It was said his neighbor Angela von Gegenüber was a serious contender for NASA because of her intelligence.
Phew... But since Dimi often couldn't resist his voyeuristic tendencies, he knew he could definitely resist Angela.
She was, to put it briefly, a dull grey mouse. With stringy unwashed hair, pale skin and a style that couldn't be taken seriously. The only thing that made her interesting, again, was that she seemed to be able to create as many disasters as he did. How likeable... But it didn't help, because as they say... the eye eats with you.
At Harry's annual Halloween party, which he always jokingly called Harryween, it was the same every year too. Heinz from upstairs dressed up as Spiderman, kind of suited the weirdo. Ali as a Turkish Hulk, with a black moustache. Sylvia as a witch, he just let this thought stand. ...and he, finally, as Batman in bat form. Only this year, he couldn't do that.
After all, the whole bad thing started with... well, you know.
So he had to come up with something else. Only what? ...And there was his stupid work colleague who had to force a stupid horoscope on him, saying of all things... "Tonight, your spirits will hunt you." How fortunate that he didn't believe in such nonsense. Still, his jaw dropped every time he merely thought of those words.
While Dimi was mulling it over, Sylvia had invited Angela over. Actually, the meeting couldn't have been more contradictory. After all, Sylvia believed in the power of witches, while Angela was a bona fide scientist. But for Halloween this year, they had plans together.
Sylvia felt incredibly sorry for Angela. Since breaking up with her boyfriend, she had let herself go completely, obsessed with her work and convinced that at NASA she would finally come into contact with a supernatural force.
But Sylvia wanted to fulfill her dream by Halloween. All by midnight, until the scary hour. But for that, she had also picked up some styling highlights for the party at 11pm. All kinds of stuff from LOREAL. From shampoo to all the skincare and makeup highlights, it was just everything. This was going to be a night to remember.
So while the normal and not-so-normal folk were getting ready for Halloween, the argument was in full swing... Karl and Greta Garbo just couldn't agree on anything: "Choupette, Choupette, always raving about your stupid Choupette. How can a man let a chick like that turn his head? Is she the only thing you miss on earth?" "Greta... Greta, my beautiful... and I always have to listen to everything from your stupid Dimi, so what does it matter if you have to listen to a little Cat content from me?" Admittedly, the sky wasn't what it used to be. After all, it was now full of people who pretended to be nice but really weren't... But tonight, they should be able to look forward to a change.
"Angela, are you finally ready?" asked Sylvia. "Yaaa, go ahead. Won't happen anyway." "Witches unite for Halloween, see to what stands to, to whom, let the magic awaken today and let only the untruths and cowardice draw. Witches unite for Halloween."
"Angela, do you feel anything?" "No." "Phew, then I did something wrong."
"Karl, where are we? Karl..." "Greta, dear, look at those hands - oh my God - we're back on Earth! Probably in Neander Valley."
"Angela?"
"Who's Angela? It's me, don't you recognize me?"
"Ok, it seems... Ohhhhhh my god."
And then Sylvia fainted for the first time.
"Greta, look in a mirror..."
"Oh my god Karl, we've been teleported into a scarecrow! Look at this shaggy hair. Ohhhh my god. Lift up those sweatpants... ok good, yet clean."
"Greta my dear, didn't you used to be so talented at grooming one out of nothing yourself? There's some grooming paraphernalia there, maybe something will work. And you know me, with a little fabric, I can work wonders."
So first they washed the newly gifted body and mind's hair with LOREAL Dream Length Shampoo, then there was a treatment with LOREAL ELVITAL Rapid Revier. The whole thing smelled delightfully of monoi, the kind the Polynesian beauties always use to make their hair shine with smooth silkiness. Then came a light teen note to it.
"Oh, Karl, look, there's still coconut oil."
"Oh Greta, do you want to pick someone up and watch Monty Python's Knights of the Coconut with them? Don't do that."
"Just a little bit."
"Okay."
"Shall we put on some more of that vanilla scent and make some tea?" "Ok, but just a little, it's been smelling like the Monoi and the LOREAL Rapid Reviver the whole time."
Swish, hair blow dried, put in waves, eyebrows plucked, makeup on and tadaaaaaa....
"Greta my dear! You just look like an alien godess! I'm thrilled!"
"Wow, not bad... Do you think we can go on the road like this?"
"Why hello, let's look at the road!"
"Karl, oh my god, Karl! There he is. In the window across the street, that's Dimi."
"Waaaaaas, that's the asshole that screwed all my models five years ago."
"Waaaaaas?"
"You know what Karl, we're going to pay him a visit now! As ghosts of Halloween!"
Ding-Dong...
But when Dimi opened and Bodo his white Persian cat was standing in the doorway with him, something very different happened.
"Greta my Alien Godess, is that you?" he asked?
"While Karl is just Choupette now?" he whispered.
... and each of the parties involved had to admit that, in his own unique way, he missed his long-lost great love.
... and each carried their own personal ghosts very deep in their hearts.
EPILOG
A ghost of you is all that I have left
It's all that I have left of you to hold
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
And nothing left of what we were at all.
Good Charlotte - A Ghost of You
Addendum to the fragrance:
Actually, Dimi should have been haunted by an alien. After extensive testing, however, I have come to the conclusion that this fragrance has no alien DNA, but a clear LOREAL DNA. However, as a huge LOREAL fan, I can say that this fragrance makes you feel thoroughly cared for and on days when you need that extra dose of care, this bottle is a lucky find. However, I will join the statements, with me the durability is also more like a cologne, which I personally find very pleasant.
...And Tinder dates weren't what they used to be either.
Painfully, he had to learn that Influencer was not a flu-like illness, but actually a profession.
...And of all evils, led to intellectual suicide on each of his dates.
Where was this going to lead...
Somehow he longed for an intellectual exchange once in a while, too. It was said his neighbor Angela von Gegenüber was a serious contender for NASA because of her intelligence.
Phew... But since Dimi often couldn't resist his voyeuristic tendencies, he knew he could definitely resist Angela.
She was, to put it briefly, a dull grey mouse. With stringy unwashed hair, pale skin and a style that couldn't be taken seriously. The only thing that made her interesting, again, was that she seemed to be able to create as many disasters as he did. How likeable... But it didn't help, because as they say... the eye eats with you.
At Harry's annual Halloween party, which he always jokingly called Harryween, it was the same every year too. Heinz from upstairs dressed up as Spiderman, kind of suited the weirdo. Ali as a Turkish Hulk, with a black moustache. Sylvia as a witch, he just let this thought stand. ...and he, finally, as Batman in bat form. Only this year, he couldn't do that.
After all, the whole bad thing started with... well, you know.
So he had to come up with something else. Only what? ...And there was his stupid work colleague who had to force a stupid horoscope on him, saying of all things... "Tonight, your spirits will hunt you." How fortunate that he didn't believe in such nonsense. Still, his jaw dropped every time he merely thought of those words.
While Dimi was mulling it over, Sylvia had invited Angela over. Actually, the meeting couldn't have been more contradictory. After all, Sylvia believed in the power of witches, while Angela was a bona fide scientist. But for Halloween this year, they had plans together.
Sylvia felt incredibly sorry for Angela. Since breaking up with her boyfriend, she had let herself go completely, obsessed with her work and convinced that at NASA she would finally come into contact with a supernatural force.
But Sylvia wanted to fulfill her dream by Halloween. All by midnight, until the scary hour. But for that, she had also picked up some styling highlights for the party at 11pm. All kinds of stuff from LOREAL. From shampoo to all the skincare and makeup highlights, it was just everything. This was going to be a night to remember.
So while the normal and not-so-normal folk were getting ready for Halloween, the argument was in full swing... Karl and Greta Garbo just couldn't agree on anything: "Choupette, Choupette, always raving about your stupid Choupette. How can a man let a chick like that turn his head? Is she the only thing you miss on earth?" "Greta... Greta, my beautiful... and I always have to listen to everything from your stupid Dimi, so what does it matter if you have to listen to a little Cat content from me?" Admittedly, the sky wasn't what it used to be. After all, it was now full of people who pretended to be nice but really weren't... But tonight, they should be able to look forward to a change.
"Angela, are you finally ready?" asked Sylvia. "Yaaa, go ahead. Won't happen anyway." "Witches unite for Halloween, see to what stands to, to whom, let the magic awaken today and let only the untruths and cowardice draw. Witches unite for Halloween."
"Angela, do you feel anything?" "No." "Phew, then I did something wrong."
"Karl, where are we? Karl..." "Greta, dear, look at those hands - oh my God - we're back on Earth! Probably in Neander Valley."
"Angela?"
"Who's Angela? It's me, don't you recognize me?"
"Ok, it seems... Ohhhhhh my god."
And then Sylvia fainted for the first time.
"Greta, look in a mirror..."
"Oh my god Karl, we've been teleported into a scarecrow! Look at this shaggy hair. Ohhhh my god. Lift up those sweatpants... ok good, yet clean."
"Greta my dear, didn't you used to be so talented at grooming one out of nothing yourself? There's some grooming paraphernalia there, maybe something will work. And you know me, with a little fabric, I can work wonders."
So first they washed the newly gifted body and mind's hair with LOREAL Dream Length Shampoo, then there was a treatment with LOREAL ELVITAL Rapid Revier. The whole thing smelled delightfully of monoi, the kind the Polynesian beauties always use to make their hair shine with smooth silkiness. Then came a light teen note to it.
"Oh, Karl, look, there's still coconut oil."
"Oh Greta, do you want to pick someone up and watch Monty Python's Knights of the Coconut with them? Don't do that."
"Just a little bit."
"Okay."
"Shall we put on some more of that vanilla scent and make some tea?" "Ok, but just a little, it's been smelling like the Monoi and the LOREAL Rapid Reviver the whole time."
Swish, hair blow dried, put in waves, eyebrows plucked, makeup on and tadaaaaaa....
"Greta my dear! You just look like an alien godess! I'm thrilled!"
"Wow, not bad... Do you think we can go on the road like this?"
"Why hello, let's look at the road!"
"Karl, oh my god, Karl! There he is. In the window across the street, that's Dimi."
"Waaaaaas, that's the asshole that screwed all my models five years ago."
"Waaaaaas?"
"You know what Karl, we're going to pay him a visit now! As ghosts of Halloween!"
Ding-Dong...
But when Dimi opened and Bodo his white Persian cat was standing in the doorway with him, something very different happened.
"Greta my Alien Godess, is that you?" he asked?
"While Karl is just Choupette now?" he whispered.
... and each of the parties involved had to admit that, in his own unique way, he missed his long-lost great love.
... and each carried their own personal ghosts very deep in their hearts.
EPILOG
A ghost of you is all that I have left
It's all that I have left of you to hold
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
And nothing left of what we were at all.
Good Charlotte - A Ghost of You
Addendum to the fragrance:
Actually, Dimi should have been haunted by an alien. After extensive testing, however, I have come to the conclusion that this fragrance has no alien DNA, but a clear LOREAL DNA. However, as a huge LOREAL fan, I can say that this fragrance makes you feel thoroughly cared for and on days when you need that extra dose of care, this bottle is a lucky find. However, I will join the statements, with me the durability is also more like a cologne, which I personally find very pleasant.
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